"Xiao'ou, please, don't go," Zhang Xiao'ou pleaded.
But, it was too late...
Everything was already too late.
"Sister Xiao'ou, forget about me, as if I never existed in this world, because I was never meant to exist here." Xiao'ou gently stroked Zhang Xiao'ou's head as tears continued to fall from her face, but her sobs grew quieter and quieter, until, gradually, she actually fell asleep.
At such a time, she shouldn't have fallen asleep, but Xiao'ou needed her to succumb to slumber, because only sleep could help one forget sorrow.
"Zuiqiu, I have to leave now, so please, take good care of Sister Xiao'ou," Xiao'ou stood up, holding Zhang Xiao'ou gently, and walked slowly towards Shen Zuiqiu. It should have been a simple step, yet he found it so difficult, as if there was a heavy burden pressing down on him.
